Diabolical Rapture Ch. 02

OK, so the buildup may be even longer this time. I felt it necessary for the story's sake. I may continue writing this as a larger series if sequels are asked for and I'd rather set a bit of background here so I won't have to do so every chapter. So, here it goes.

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It was far more peaceful than he needed or imagined. That was because it was all empty. Like being inside a cloud so dense you couldn't feel or see your own body. Who had he been? He was sure he wasn't that person anymore. There was a faint voice that could be heard in the wind; it seemed to be calling out his name. He was sure it was his name because it rang true within his head and yet he couldn't remember his name and couldn't make out the word. Was it Daniel? No... Gabriel. That was it.

The moment he became certain of his name, it was as if his body became solid within the fog, and then he could see himself. Once his body was back, he could remember even more. He remembered what had just happened and who had done this to him. Lucy was calling out to him.

Just as Lucy's name popped into his head, she appeared beside him. Her one eye was deep blue, the other one an interesting mix between green and sand. She had full hips and breasts he could only describe as "perfect-sized"; and there was a hint of a long-lost tan on her skin. The woman was nearly perfect. Or, nearly a woman, after all, she was a demon known to him only by her first name and made for sexual fantasies - very well made in his opinion.

"You've been out for 2 days. It's long enough."

"Oh, well, how about going back to my apartment? Wait, 2 days! My girlfriend! And at work they must be--"

"Don't fret, they just found you."


That didn't sound right. As Lucy said the last word, Gabriel saw he was inside his bedroom. Lucy wrapped her arms around him, as if he'd lean on her... and so he did. He could see himself self lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and looking very, very dead. There were a few policemen around his naked body taking notes from a young woman in tears. She seemed barely able to speak except for a few phrases when asked a question. As if on cue, the sound became louder and he was able to hear the rest of the questioning. An officer who was obviously in charge barked,

"Will someone shut that music off? It's creepy enough as it is."

The song was "Monsters" from Switchblade Symphony. It was, perhaps, a little unnerving to hear while looking at a dead body. Gabriel's attention turned back to the girl crying.

"As I said, I don't know... we just... had dinner, then he went home, a little frustrated because... because I..." Gabriel couldn't bear to hear more, and the sound faded away, following his wishes.

Alice. The young woman's name was Alice. Other than for the emotional devastation, she looked fine. Her eyes, puffy and red from crying, were still something to behold. They sparkled with a sharp intelligence that had called out to him even before they had started dating. Her nose was thin and almost too small; her lips were full, but no overly so. She was quite fair and her cheeks had a hint of red color on them; she looked like a porcelain doll. She was not perfect, but quite near it, any man would've been proud to be with her (or in her) as he had been.

He started to feel like a shit. He had given up a woman that truly loved him for a single night of wild sex. It was the wildest, most intense and maddening sex he'd ever had, true, but... He kind of understood that part in movies where they say that love is important. She was important to him and-- had been important to him. He was dead now. He needed to get that clear. Alice was saying something and he didn't need to hear it to know what she was saying (as had often happened) - she was blaming herself somehow.

"Don't worry. It'll look like a heart attack, an odd one for someone who worked out and had a healthy lifestyle, but a heart attack just the same. They will accept it as a freak medical condition, rather than seeking answers involving supernatural beings," Lucy assured him.

"I... can I comfort her? ...somehow?" Gabriel was starting to doubt his final thoughts about the sex being worth this.

"I'd be against it. You could be seen by her, but you would only be able to interact with her if she did something like you did, you know, the ritual. Or, if someone else did the ritual and directed the results towards her. Don't worry, she'll get over you.

"I doubt it. I know her."

"She will. It may be hard for her and of course she'll never forget you, but she will get over you. You were a great guy all in all, but it's better for her if she can move on. There's nothing you can do about it. It would be better to focus on your own needs now."

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That was all it took. Gabriel tried to stop feeling guilty, doing his best to put Alice out of his mind. And, mostly, he succeeded. Lucy started his training as one of the demons (or as she referred to them, inferior astral beings). He concentrated on music, usually; he had noticed that his focus improved when his mind wasn't completely filled by a single thing. He was thinking about Melissa Williamson's relaxing voice when singing "Letter - From the Lost Days".

"...need to focus on what made you what you are in order to be seen by people, for example, in your case, lust. This, remember, is only valid if you aren't being summoned but still want to force yourself upon the material realm. If you want to appear in front of, say, your high school bully and haunt him or whatnot, you'd need to be around him. Once you were near him, you'd need to concentrate on him and feel your lust for him, or fake your lust for him."

"I won't be able to appear in front of men, then."

"Gabriel. You're no longer a man. You are a being of pure energy - sexual energy. Straight, gay, bisexual... those terms no longer apply to you. That is an ideology you were brought up with or you were chemically and hormonally attracted to a certain gender, but you no longer have a real body until you're summoned. And it won't work as a human one. So, lust after men when you need to."

They were within white. There was no other way to describe it. Lucy, who appeared now partially clothed for Gabriel's benefit, floated around him in a pristine vastness. Gabriel "stood" in the middle of it, trying to really understand and comprehend what she was telling him, but that last part...

"I will," he replied with no conviction at all.

As if responding to that, Lucy stopped right in front of him and simply transformed. She was now a fit, young man with dirty blond hair, thin but with a well defined muscular mass, sparkling green eyes and perfect teeth. Not tanned enough to be a surfer, but still attractive enough to have graced the cover of any magazine. Gabriel had to admit that he - Lucy - was very attractive, but it still didn't do it for him.

"Believe me, men or women, you'll learn to love this..." purred the guy who, moments before, had been Lucy. As he embraced Gabriel, Gabriel noticed they were both very naked, and Lucy was a lot larger than him.

"Um... Lucy? This is uncomfortable for me, I really don't like guys." The truth of it was obvious; he wasn't getting the least aroused.

"Meh," she went back to her normal self, "you'll deal with it later, then. Well, try to materialize in front of a person. You'll learn to appreciate the beauty in every kind of body, any age, and so forth. You'll learn to like it because the thrill of making them fall into temptation and the feeling of them satisfying their darkest secrets will give you life, literally. So, concentrate."

He did know that those acts could give life. The last time he had sex, he had died just as he came, deep inside Lucy. After that, time had lost all meaning; there were things he couldn't remember, things he shouldn't remember regarding the time he and Lucy had spent after that. He felt dread every time he tried to recall those events from the depths of his memory. They happened sometime after the scene of his dead body with the policemen and Alice. Between that moment and now, he felt he had been somehow tortured by Lucy, but he couldn't be sure. Just in case that possible torture came when he failed, he decided to do as she ordered.

And so, Gabriel concentrated. First, the whiteness disappeared, giving way to a mass of shadows. The shadows became sharper and turned into walls. The walls seemed to be more defined as he concentrated further and, soon, he noticed that he was within a large room.

"Good. You're going through the different astral layers faster and now you are almost physically manifested with enough stability to be seen. Who are you concentrating on? I know, but do you?"

He didn't know. When he was asked to manifest, he instantly felt something. It was almost like smelling, but not necessarily, because it resonated inside whatever gave him life now (he was uncomfortable calling it his "soul"). The feeling transported him to that place, and, as he tried to feel where it emanated from, a silhouette could be perceived. It was woman.... with short hair.

She was probably around her forties and in excellent shape. She had, as they say, had some work done. Her skin was tight, her breasts didn't sag, there were only hints of any lines on her face. Her ass was a bit too round and looked fake, if you knew what to look for, but it was very well done. Her look was inviting, like a Barbie that had aged a bit. She was maybe not a perfect match for Gabriel's tastes; but he had to admit that she looked good. And the lust... she oozed need. She needed to be thoroughly fucked and that stirred something within Gabriel and he felt a lust just like hers, he could almost sense the world through her. He felt this odd need to be filled by a young muscular guy, just like the ones she liked - broad backs, huge muscles, perfect specimens of youth overall.

Gabriel felt himself shaped by her desires. He didn't feel any pain but was aware that he was growing taller and broader. He couldn't see himself but knew that his arms looked powerful, every inch of his body gave the impression of tedious workouts. If this woman wanted a body to fuck and this was her idea of male perfection, than that's what he would become. He let his penis grow to match the world record length and added an inch for what it was worth.

His need intensified and he saw the woman alone in her huge bedroom with a toy that looked perfectly designed to bring pleasure where it mattered. He could hear it buzzing as Ms. Perfect Body closed her eyes, gasping. He entered her mind and allowed himself to become her fantasy. He looked into her mind's eye and gave her his best lustful look.

She touched him within her fantasy and got down on her knees. She needed to be almost abused. She had been left without sex, only as a trophy to be seen but not touched for so long now... She stroked his penis to a full erection while licking her lips. More than a year had gone by since she'd had a man inside her and she was going to make the most of it.

He felt a sharp pain. "Gabriel, snap out of it. Now! You're fading into her," commanded Lucy as he felt her hand again inside his chest, pulling his essence out of the wanton woman's body. Gabriel had changed his mind. She was great, he needed her, he'd fuck her so hard...

"You useless prick, I said snap out of it," Lucy's expression became one that warned him of some unspeakable pain awaiting him if he didn't obey. A song! A song to help him concentrate better... TVXQ's "Darkness Eyes".

And then he remembered. Every time he didn't do what Lucy asked him to do, she'd... she'd... do something to him. There were no words in any language to describe it, for no human had been subject to the kind of pain a demon can inflict on another demon. He could say she twisted his spirit and crushed it, heated his essence so much that he could almost feel his mind going brittle.

"You haven't actually taken any life from anyone and you're too weak. If I had let you continue, you would've become a part of her fantasy and nothing more. Don't you fucking remember?" Actually, he didn't remember because she had never told him that, but he wasn't about to argue with her. "Therefore, I'm sending you instead of me. You need to please a woman; a girl, actually. She's doing the ritual and doing it right. Just... fulfill whatever she needs."

"If I come in her, will she die?" this time he asked with a tone that could be called professional curiosity.

"No, women have the upper hand in this. If a male fucks one of us, his seed being released inside us will make his energy forfeit if we wish so." He didn't ask about their souls. It seemed that the souls of men that died that way went to the same place they went after mortal life. However, the energy they had yet to spend became part of the demon. He couldn't ask about it because Lucy became angry at any question regarding souls, gods, spirituality.... Lucy had lied to him all along and now he was starting to regret what he had done, but he had no choice, "if you fuck a girl she wakes up exhausted unless... You know what? I'm done being your teacher, you're my slave and you'll do as I tell you. Now fucking go and fulfill your role."

So much for all of her promises.

He heard small gasps. The lust he had felt for the unfulfilled forty-something woman hadn't waned and had even increased when he felt the arousal in this new target. She was younger... he couldn't quite make out her figure just yet.

As before, the first things he saw were walls - white. He concentrated on her, a simple enough task, as he was hard enough his member could've been mistaken for iron. All of a sudden, he could see the room the ritual was taking place in. It was the very same ritual that he had performed. The first detail he could make out of her was that her panties were colorful. Her skin looked young. She wore no bra...

Curves. This girl could be described as curvy. Her lips weren't full, but had enough width he'd love to see his cock disappearing between them. Her breasts had enough weight and shape he would decidedly fuck them if given half a chance. This girl's hips were wider than what society currently labeled as perfect on runway models, but Gabriel was a definite fan of natural girls and she was one of those. He certainly had enjoyed worshipping bodies like hers. He would certainly fuck this girl senseless if she wasn't cautious enough around him. She had a pretty face, contorted in pleasure.

Strange, that this girl would want a demon to have sex with, if she could easily get males of any age. But then, he had done the ritual and he could've -allegedly- had a girl on his bed easily enough. In another second he would get information about what kind of men she desired and he would become that.

Was it coincidence? Just like him, she'd like possible mates in any shape as long as they looked real. He didn't change a bit; he just decided to appear as himself. This intrigued him, if she wasn't picky, why would she...?

She placed her fingers on the pentacle and he felt like iron was being strapped around his body. He felt sluggish. Yet, somehow, he felt alive. Gabriel noticed that the girl had added an athame and a few other accessories to her magical arsenal. She wouldn't know as much as he had learned since his death, but she was more knowledgeable -or cautious- than he had been when alive. Suddenly, he felt manacles being closed and an iron band around his throat, and the room came alive.

He could smell! Actually smell fabric, probably the sheets. He could smell the girl's sex, dripping from the ritual she had just performed. He could see the colors, feel the ground beneath his feet, feel his own body's weight. He could feel so many things; he hadn't noticed that his disembodied distance had been bleak regarding anything but needs like lust.

She was definitely young - barely legal in many parts of the world. She looked at him with controlled fear. He could easily sense that she hadn't done this before but that she had a good idea of what she was doing, following different instructions she had found (Lucy, he supposed, had facilitated that, somehow).

"I have done everything to make sure I'm protected from you. Before I begin, I will state my requirements," she sounded shaky, young, anxious and a little hurried. Delicious. Gabriel felt an unknown primal part of him awaken. Perhaps she had rehearsed this little speech before summoning him, but he couldn't care less. He wanted to fuck her right then.

"You will not take my life, nor my soul or sanity. You will obey me and remain in the material world until you deem necessary or your services are no longer required and I say so in an explicit manner. If that is the case, you will be banished back to where you came from. I will be... in no way under powers... that, eh... you could use to harm me... in... in any significant way," she was being distracted by him; he could feel it.

Gabriel quickly glanced downwards. He had appeared nude, his physique was just as he remembered: he showed signs of exercise, a bit of definition here and there, and he had a five o'clock shadow. His cock was painfully hard. Her eyes were glued to his penis for another second before she looked away and finished saying whatever she needed, "...in any significant way now or later."

He realized he had to answer and everything within his being told him that there were no legal loopholes in anything she had drawn or used, she had performed the ritual flawlessly.

"I accept," his voice sounded a bit hoarse, he hadn't used it in a while.

"Good. Then you are free within the limits that I mentioned before. Get dressed."

What?

"Um... what?" He needed to work on his witty banter.

"We're going on a date."

"Don't you want to fuck?" Flabbergasted, that was how he was feeling.

"Date, I said. Now get dressed."

His instincts told him he could easily do so. He thought of his favorite attire: a black button-up shirt, jeans that fitted him quite nicely, black shoes and small thing that could be called scarf if not for the fact that it didn't do anything to help him from the cold.

"Better?" Gabriel wasn't sure why he wanted her approval, but asked anyway.

From behind, her arms slipped around him and she felt his abdomen, then her hands eased further down as they traced the outline of his cock, "better."

He turned his head and eyed her with such lust he could actually feel it pouring into her. It was an ability he didn't know he had. Her breathing quickened and she quickly added, "stop."

"I'm not going to harm you... believe me, this will feel so good, you'll never want my dick out of you..." He was speaking slowly into her ear, letting her feel his breath on her skin, deliberately making her want him. He felt her shiver.

She almost fell for it. But something happened: Gabriel couldn't move. The girl came around until she was in front of him. She had her hand closed around something. At some point she had dressed and he hadn't even noticed.

"I said a date, and that's what will happen."

What a willful young lady.

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They were in a mall. Hayleigh, the Willful Young Lady (hadn't given her last name away) and Gabriel were shooting at some kind of robbers in the newest game the local arcade had. But they were losing lives fast and their interest was lost even faster. Gabriel thought it funny that the place was playing "As If We Didn't Know" as background music. It was barely audible, true, but Neuroactive wasn't an exactly cheery group nor were they new.

"So, why a date? Because, you know, right now you could be begging for me to..."

"Stop trying to tempt me, we already discussed that your attempts aren't valid."

Gabriel nodded but continued eyeing her, waiting for her to answer the question. She noticed and obliged,